Your presence a capitulation.
Invited just to avoid the dance floor.
Be charming, chat with the hostess.
A young couple playing house.
A few familiar faces lit up
amongst other strangers.
Dim lights, near winter.
Awkward orbit satellite drifting.
A fish amongst amphibians--
sauced frogs. A fish can't cant,
They can shine, reflect
with glimmering scales.
Where is your school?
Your flock? I listened
to the wall with my back
He said Abraham Lincoln
and the police in Olympia
share one thing in common.
share one thing in common.
How did they end up in the house?
Empty rooms, a yard
A sidewalk to pull up to
Cold air to breathe on
the way to the door
Stars on a stretched black
fabric overhead, a furnace
and vapor resting on windows--
Bathrooms for guests to escape to,
locks on all the fortress doors.
There is room for the future in America--
We don't have to park on the curb
And standing in the middle of a
neighborhood street the sky
can touch you on the chest.
